I choose my placeI won’t stand here and waitto determine right from wrongit’s all a matter of opinion I live without physical acts of aggression I think as myselfrather than wait to hear from someone elsechange brings happinesslaced within sadnessthere is no superior authority is dripping of mistakesand I believe I’m right I believe yourContinue reading “We are all humans.”
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Living on a topsy-turvy street.
A body upon the floorbreath is the allurefilling the lungsas the feelings are hungleft outside on the lineno longer may you whineas others clean your linensociety guides your children as most file paperworkas the others go where the danger will lurkas we claim happinesslost in the piles of ordinariness rather I will stand upon myContinue reading “Living on a topsy-turvy street.”
We’re wallowing within intellect.
Quick quickwould you like to pickmaybe you can make a guess with all that witone two three which piles of sticks were lityour skin will burn as all the hate is torn between this life and the nextlet me be more directwe’re all wallowing within intellect our brains churning information each piece of knowledge suffersContinue reading “We’re wallowing within intellect.”
Are you a part of all the lies?
There is a mind somewhere around hereDo you hear that whine?all our feet glued to the groundwho’s mindis it yoursare you a part of all the liesliving lifein hopes of what comes nextshh…he? she? might hear usI feel their hands upon my legsI try to lift my feetI’m heavyweighted by their smugisn’t it ironicour faithContinue reading “Are you a part of all the lies?”
More is pushed.
More is pushed by societymore money, more spacethe size of our place a story is toldweaved together as if it’s boldas if every citizen lives in an above average homeeven if their bills are piling up they always have the best phoneand you may wonder who is the narrator we try to capture human truthContinue reading “More is pushed.”
Flashes of heart.
Thumps in the distanceeyes illuminatedflashes of hearteach one more distraughta creature bornriddled between two places torn. When I work on writing a book I often get wrapped up on the ending, and each character and then I’ll go off on other stories before I finish one. I have a difficulty staying focused on one thingContinue reading “Flashes of heart.”
Curious minds always searching.
Eyes always lurkingcurious minds always searchingthe keeper of knowledge willing to shareas if their minds truly carefor the answers aren’t always as they dreamfor the answers are overlooked rather than seenwe want the world we perceiveso badly we choose to believe. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
The sun will die.
Pulled away from homeexhausted as the flames witherthe sun will dieas the flower will wiltthe heart of it’s homefizzling outdrying fadingand someday it’ll be a frozen landscapesealing the flowers fate. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina.
Driven by curiosity.
Driven by curiosityfeeling dreary within their insanityexhaustion creeps intwisted and hidden withina hunched back weighted by knowledgeshredding their sense of couragetogether they collectand conceal intellectthe knowledge angersstirring up ill feelings against strangerstogether they endureexhausted and wallowing in the hope for no more. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
Arms interlocked.
Arms interlockeda heart uplifted by the shockstatic erupting outside the gatesturbulence stored within the cratestwo hearts fusedhammers and nails usedto seal the crates filled of the paper wasteof the debts of the States. Thanks for reading.-Temperamentally Tina
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